This morning I had the opportunity to hear a World War II veteran tell his story. A Navy medical corpsman, he was on a landing craft that supported the Allied invasion of Normandy on June 6, 1944. The vessel ferried the injured and the dead from the beaches to England and returned for more. On the fourth trip, June 16, the landing craft hit a mine and was broken in two. Of the 150 men aboard, only some thirty survived including my friend. After floating in a life raft for less than an hour, he and some other survivors ended up on a Liberty ship and finally returned to port. Men like my friend knew that their lives were on the line when they entered military service in WWII. For young men like him, life had been simple up to that point, but they had never had it easy. After all, they grew up in the aftermath of the Depression when times were hard and opportunities were limited. My friend completed his service in the States and...
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